Atmosphere

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2017

All the negative space around you

turns into positive space,

all the particles charged and

in the face of this bottled up explosion I’m breathing in

I have to get out of your atmosphere.

 

But I’m rooted,

you get me,

you can translate these pages

better than I can

but you don’t get to go down in flames

when the pressure’s building.

I will smoke you out.

 

This inverted world

tipped back upright,

glued together with more than sealed lips and feathers

like you know how to walk when I can’t

This inverted world

tipped back upright,

spilled out of your mouth

every time you fly up behind me.

 

Here I am reliving all these moments,

here I am not telling you

you can translate these pages

better than I can

so you don’t get to break the glass,

I can’t get out of your atmosphere,

we will ignite or

we will smolder

and even then they can use our ashes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 2/16/17

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